Mi cenicero, mi cenicero, mi corazón de cenicero.
I tore the muscle from your chest,
And used it to stub out cigarettes.
I listened to your screams of pleasure,
Now watch the bedsheets turn blood red.
Mi cenicero, mi cenicero, mi corazón de cenicero.
Mi cenicero, mi cenicero, mi corazón de cenicero.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Posted by ~emilyrose♥ at 09:50 0 comments
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